So I went looking again for the pants, and couldn’t find any. For the record, it’s the “tall” that’s an issue, not the “big.” Bearing in mind that 6’2″ is apparently freakishly tall for clothing, I thought I’d come home and look at the khakis my husband already had and be sure that he was remembering the length right.
The khakis in his closet, that he hadn’t tried on but thought might be too small, are exactly the size he’s sending me out for. He already has the exact pair of pants he needs.
He so owes me.
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